Quello che non... [English translation]
Quello che non... [English translation]
Do you see that high pressure in the sky
Do you feel a strange season?
But at night the fog tells you in one breath
That the God of winter has arrived.
Do you feel a plane taking far away?
Do you hear that sound of a piano
Of a pitchy Mozart who tries and tries again
But the sense of truth does not find?
Can you feel the reason of the wet courtyards
Of cars dying in the meadows
The pale line of old wounds
Of letters no longer sent?
Do you see the sound of fables turned off? Do you know we're nothing anymore?
We are not a plane nor an untuned piano
Season, courtyard or a meadow.
Do you know the smell of deserted roads
Leading to old discoveries
And to naphtha, frames, corroded chimneys
To mysterious suburbs
And to relentless rails for no where
To beds, cots, alcoves?
Do you know what color are the low clouds
And the seats of a former third class?
The anguish that gives an infinite plain?
You have envy of me and of life
Of an ordinary day, of a barren shore?
Do you know we're nothing anymore?
We are not a road nor melancholy
A train or a suburb
We're not discovery nor faded shore
We're neither a day nor life.
We are not the dust of a dark corner
Nor a stone cast into a glass
The snap of the sun in a field of wheat
We're not, we're not, we're not.
The sky get striped and that high pressure
Is a second-rate movie
It's the usual scream that says slowly
"We're not, we're not, we're not".
- Artist:Francesco Guccini
- Album:Quello che non...